#icecoldmarquees

[blitzbuckz]

【 ✨𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜✨】

— 憎むか求愛するか

[alteregozowie]

@icecoldmarquees

"I can turn you into a lovely chicken salad, since you like to be cold so much."

[cxffeeshxp]

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~Haven't played Rift Apart, don't really know a damn thing about Rivet but love her design.

[a-hell-of-a-time]

"Si, I am exquisite. Thank you for noticing~"

[andy-squirrel-the-adventurer]

Closed RP for @icecoldmarquees

Andy stood off to the side of the parlor with the other servants, waiting for further instructions. It had been several weeks since she had offered to serve Andrealphus in exchange for him sparing her life. And as the days slowly turned to weeks, she began to hate the decision she made. Despite the fairly decent living conditions he provided for his servants, it was the fact that she had not been able to go where she wanted or visited any of her close friends back in the pride ring. It tore her up on the inside, despite being able to conceal her phone and talk to them in private when she wasn't working. At the same however, it was better than nothing. At least they knew where she was and that she was okay for the most part. So she did her best to ensure that she didn't make a fuss or back talk Andrealphus as she served him, just as she said she wouldn't.

[the-dark-adam]

bosco is rly tall. he wil b standing by anyone n discord n hes rly tall exsept w @usagoos whos same stand as him.

my uni frend n me drew this for him w a small andrelphus after his silly talks w @icecoldmarquees.

uni frend drew the poses for me n i did the rest.

HIS NOT THAT SMALL but its still cute to see him so little

took inspiration from this image that @empire-of-muses shares every year.

[queen-of-prophecy]

"My queen, how is your evening going?"

"....well."

The request to visit from the Marquis wasn't unwarranted....nobles could request to pay their respects. She just foresaw nothing interesting coming from this visit.

The Marquis was one of many, and not someone Vibe considered "important".

".... remind me, which one are you again?" She kept writing her fiction at her desk.

[copaceticjillybean]

@icecoldmarquees

Jillian finally managed to track down the Marquis, a large styrofoam box in her arms.

“Hey Drel, ya got any parties comin’ up that need food?” Jillian asked, tilting her head to motion to the box.

“I’ve been fightin’ ya brothas yeehaw problem for days now, an’ I’ve gotten far more steaks an’ filets than I can store in my freeza.” And indeed, inside the box was a good 3 sized carefully wrapped yeehaw meat portions, lined with ice packs to keep it cold.

“If ya want ‘em, they’re yours.”

[starsaught]

First her father, now her uncle? Blitz certainly gets around.

[grimowled]

CATCHING: for receiver to catch sender staring at them.

☽ you look best on my altar - accepting.

THE MIRROR CAUGHT IT FIRST,

a flicker - not of motion, but of intent - slithering across the polished silver like a crack beneath the surface; stolas did not turn at once, no - he allowed the moment to steep: he let the weight of andrealphus' gaze soak into the back of his neck like spilt wine into velvet.

"WATCHING, are we?"

when he finally moved, it was not abruptly - a slow, owl-like incline of the head, the rustle of silks like wings unfurling; four eyes blinked out of rhythm, then refocused with the eerie synchronicity of a predator.

"is there a particular angle you favour, my dear terror-in-law?"

he crooned, mellifluous voice dipped in menace, every syllable a caress laced with claws. he turned fully now, tall and dreadful, shadow-crowned and haloed in an opulent GLOOM that smelled faintly of rotting flowers. his dark feathers shimmered in unnatural hues - not colour, but suggestion, hints of bruised twilight and the cold underbelly of dying stars. stolas closed the distance, talons clicking softly, robes trailing like spilled ink across the polished stone floor; the tension that bloomed between them was barbed, expectant. "you look as though you've seen something you'd quite like to BITE into."

a pause, drawn out just long enough to unnerve.

"were you admiring me? or fantasising on how best to wear my feathers?"

he was closer now, a silhouette of plumage and POISON, trailing scent and shadow, wearing his beauty like a curse that begged to be released.

(surely you remember what happens to creatures who covet what they cannot CAGE?)

and just as quickly, he withdrew - head held high, gaze unreadable, cruel serenity carved into his every movement; he offered no open scorn, only a knowing smile.

--the kind that peeled back too many layers of civility, and that made mirrors flinch.

[blitzbuckz]

【𐂃】 ❝ har har, I almost forgot how t' laugh . . . I see what you're implying — YOU FUCKIN' WISH! EAT SNOW PEECUNT! . . . chainin' me is one thing, but LIKE HELL I'll let ya' freeze my ass over! — In yer wet dreams, birdbrain. ❞

[a-hell-of-a-time]

Giving him a call from across the castle on their phone "Brother, can you keep your voice down I'm trying to read the funnies "

All that could be heard was a string of curses followed by the sounds of what appears to be a slaughter at his end of the palace.

[owlstronomer]

⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ With time between lectures, Stolas finds himself making his way towards the lounge. In one hand he clutches a mug with an owl on it that says "HOOT MORNING," and a novel in the other. He places the mug upon the counter, slipping a satchel of Earl Grey into it as he flips the switch for the electric kettle. A hand rakes through already tousled charcoal hair laced with thin strands of silver throughout. Stifling a yawn, he turns the page of his novel and checks the time. A knowing smile curls at the corners of his mouth. It was no coincidence he made an appearance in the shared space. Stolas had a hunch @icecoldmarquees would be entering at any moment. He wonders if his most recent gift was found or if it wound up buried beneath the other's papers. "Come on, don't let me down now, darling. . ."

[arachnaemboss]

"Interesting to see an Overlord last this long... It's impressive to say the least."

  ZESTIAL IS NO STRANGER to backhanded compliments ( irregardless of their pretentious adornments! ), for the cheap excuse at maturity is abundant amongst the creatures which haunt the Inferno. However, it is -— admittedly -— not something most dare direct his way nowadays anymore, for it can only serve instead as a fool's very last course of action within their piteous existence. An interesting encounter is this, though, since this is no lowly sinner nor Hellborn to extinguish. No; vibrant hues narrow in contemplation and amusement, even if his smile FALTERS not in the slightest; a stubborn confidence does remain, for he knows his own worth.

  The ancient soul RISES from his desk then, and motions encouragingly at the seat before him ( pointedly allowing the odd comment to slide past him, without too much consideration ). “Great Marquis Andrealphus,” comes a smooth greeting ( & talons do curve at that! ), and an elegant wrist turns: chair is politely pulled back with the use of his magic! ). “To what do I owe the... unique PLEASURE of your visit, this day?”

[copaceticjillybean]

💘💙

💙: Feels pretty indifferent towards them.

💘: Doesn’t really like them, but doesn’t flat-out hate them either.

“…ya know, I’d believe ya a lot more if I hadn’t almost been frozen solid by ya AN’ woken up chained in ya palace. Those seem a bit too targeted to be the actions of a fella who’s ‘jus’ indifferent’ about me.”

[xxlordalexanderxx]

10 and 16!

Darker Muse Qs

10: Worst thing they’ve had to do to survive?

Before Alexander reconstructed the castle to suit his needs and unique accommodations, his existence was primal and savage amidst Xandora's destruction. He dwelled in a cave, surviving in the wild for a short time with little regard for civility. In those times, his diet knew no bounds—everything was fair game, including other dragons. And especially dragons who challenged him.

16: Are they a good liar?

Alexander's skill as a liar is highly situational. If someone is particularly sharp at sniffing out deception, then no, he doesn’t stand a chance. But that hasn’t stopped him from persuading plenty of people to walk their way right into their own deaths before. Overall, he’s pretty average when it comes to lying. It’s not his go-to approach anyway—he’d much rather be brutally honest than tiptoe around and pussyfoot his way through a situation. Bluntness is his preferred weapon of choice, cutting through the bullshit with precision.